#I don't have anything ready for 1k I'm begging you ;-;

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Them theatre kids

[luveline]

i see ur thinking abt the marauders and i was just thinking abt them too!! i just saw a thread on twt abt how much men hate their girlfriends but wont break up with them (😖😖) and couldn't stop thinking abt how james would be so BAFFLED reading it!! would you be able to write something for that? its perfectly fine if not!! ily <33

I luv you! I'm not sure what thread you mean but I made a guess, sorry if it's not right ♡ fem, 1k

modern au. cw mention of toxic/hurtful relationships

"What is that?" James asks, pushing the sheets back as he climbs in beside you. His bowl of cereal is heaping, upwards of ten weetabix doused in milk, sugar, raspberries, blueberries, and a generous squeeze of honey.

"What?" you ask, showing him your phone screen. 

James leans over you to scroll back up. "Men who hate their girlfriends?" 

"Oh, it's like, people posting their screenshots, I think." You click on the tweet he'd been pointing at and show him the replies underneath. "It's just boys who act like they don't love their partners but won't break up with them either, there's loads on there." 

"What?" he asks, holding his bowl in one hand. "Can I?" You give him your phone happily, watching as he reads through some of the examples, screenshots from different websites and forums. "'Recently had to tell a friend's bird that he was calling her all sorts of names. I'm loyal to my friends, but you could hear the hatred in his voice sometimes. She left him two days later and he was surprised, for some reason.'"

James' eyebrows pinch. He continues, "'Am I in the wrong for asking my husband to stay awake with me during my early morning labour? He keeps bringing it up.'" James shows you your phone screen. "Like, he's mad she didn't let him sleep through the birth of their child?" 

"You know, there was a video on there a few weeks ago where a girl had put together a compilation of her boyfriend play fighting with her, and each video got nastier and nastier." You reach for the spoon to his bowl to start chopping up the weetabix the way he likes. "He was kicking her legs from under her and she was laughing it off. Once or twice, I'd think it was funny, but he wasn't even laughing himself." 

"Why the fuck?" James asks. 

"I don't know. Can I have a raspberry?" 

"They're in there for you to steal…" James watches you chew. You try not to pay too much attention to his staring, plopping your phone down in the sheets between your legs. "Why are these boys getting with women they don't like?" 

"I don't know, Jamie," you tell him honestly, wading through his bowl for another raspberry. "I think they get comfortable." 

He accepts the spoon back from you and you slouch down the fabric headboard together. James eats his weetabix slowly, the TV sending a light blue light into your otherwise dark room. "It's a bit late for supper," you murmur. "Were you hungry?" 

James puts his bowl on the nightstand. Coils of curls brush your forehead as he leans down, one big hand on the back of your neck and the other stretched across the shoulder furthest away from him, holding you in place as he kisses the top of your head. It's a weighty kiss, full of love. "I love you. Don't ever let anyone treat you like those boys on your phone, yeah?" 

You hum lightly. "That's what boys are like." 

"I know. I'm just begging you not to let people do that to you." He rubs your shoulder roughly, a massaging that hurts in the good way. "You know, if you can. I get that it's not their choice." 

"Yeah. I think people want so badly to be loved that they'll take the pretend kind. I was lucky to find you before you found someone else. You always make me happy." 

"This is what I mean," he whines, resting his cheek on your forehead. You sigh happily at his touch, more than ready for a night of his arms around you, a heavy leg thrown over your hips to lock you in. "You think you're lucky because of those dickheads." 

"No, it doesn't have anything to do with them. Just you." 

James sits up to turn your face to his. "Love you," he says, kissing you quickly. 

"Love you too. Don't stress about the phone, babe, you're not the audience they're looking for." 

James hears your teasing tone toward the end, poking your side. "What's that for?" 

"Nothing, just, you tried to follow me into the bathroom last night even when I told you I wasn't showering. If you're that eager to sit with me while I pee, I doubt you'll be the kind of guy who ends up on that forum." 

"It wasn't about the peeing, stop trying to shame me," he grumbles, again pulling you in for a hug, "it was separation anxiety. I miss you."

"I get why these women end up like that, though," you say quietly. "I get why they stay. If you started shoving me for a laugh or whatever, I'd think about this, because you love me. Does that make sense? I'm so happy right now that I wouldn't want to believe that you didn't love me anymore." 

"I know. It's fucking sad. I can't believe they do shit like that, it's pure selfishness." James settles back in his pillow. "I wouldn't ever do that shit to you. I know everyone says that, but I have to say it anyway." 

"I know, Jamie. Don't worry. I'm not worried about it, only talking." 

You offer him your hand. James takes it, rubs the back of it, brings it to his lips for a barely felt kiss. "Is there anything happy on that app?" he asks. 

"Uh, I saw a video of a baby girl who only stops crying when her cat comes to check on her. Or a pregnancy reveal where the boyfriend starts crying and begging her to get married." 

James rests his face on your shoulder, snuffling into your skin contentedly, "Ah, so my future. Put it on, angel." 

[jungwnies]

txt reaction promise rings

syn ' txt reaction to you taking off your promise ring after an argument genre ' angst pairing ' bf!txt x gn!reader

word count ' 1k words

requested! (not proofread)

✰ yeonjun

oh he's angry

literally sooo angry

he doesn't know why you did it

he sees your ring left there on the table and his heart literally shatters

he wonders if you were being truthful, were you really done with him?

he wants to run out the house and search everywhere for you

tell you he's sorry and he takes back everything he said

but at the same time, he knew you needed your time alone to think

he was scared you weren't going to comeback

and when you did telling him you were sorry he immediately puts the ring back on your finger and pulls you into the biggest hug

"never do that again love."

"this is stupid yeonjun, why can't you just trust me?" you shout as the two of you continue to point fingers.

"me? i can't trust you?" yeonjun scoffs, his head getting hot. "you're the one out here acting like you don't have a whole man at home."

"at this rate, i'm about to not have one, because there's no excuse for your behavior." you tell him lowering your voice. you could feel your heart drop the second you said that.

you didn't mean it, you didn't mean to imply breaking up with him. but you did.

yeonjun walked closer and you stepped back, "i need time alone, i'm sorry." you tell him.

you left your promise ring he gave you a few months ago on the table that was by the door and walked out.

your heart was racing, leaving your ring there, you didn't know why you did it and you regretted it. but your head was too clouded to think right.

(rest of the members under the cut!)

✰ soobin

shouldn’t have done that

you should NOT have done that

he’s so upset

and he’s rarely upset with you

but he’s very sad

like

he wants to cry

what have you done 😔

literally makes you swear on everything you’ll never take it off ever again

you take off your ring and leave it on the kitchen counter before walking out.

you never really have arguments with your boyfriend but this time you did.

and it sucked.

soobin sees the ring on the counter and his heart drops from his chest to his fucking ass i swear.

literally rings you like ten times and leaves voicemails. he wants to search everywhere for you, and he does.

when he finds you at the convenience store he literally pulls you into a hug and puts the ring back on your finger.

“promise you’ll never do that again.”

✰ beomgyu

so upset

his heart is like

boom...boom...booomboboobobobmbom

the second you take that ring off he grabs it

so when he talks to you again

he puts it back on your finger

even if you're still mad at him

he doesn't wanna see it off you

for real, don't take it off next time!

"this is so petty beomgyu." you tell him with your eyes basically lit with fire.

he knew it was serious the second you called him by his name, beomgyu?

to you he was beom or gyu, and the fact you didn't use either means you were serious.

"y/n wait, i'm sorry." he starts. but you were too mad to even listen. you leave your ring on the dresser and walk out the house and he followed you begging for you to talk to him.

"please, i just need time." you tell him before he finally stops following you around.

but before you could really leave him you turn around back to him and sigh, "i'm still mad at you, but i won't leave."

"good, now put this back on and then you can go back to ignoring me." beomgyu tells you pulling out the ring from his pocket.

✰ taehyun

bros heart literally shattered

he's so sad

literally thought you just broke up with him without actually saying it

was ready to run to the gym and literally work himself until he was tired enough to sleep without thinking about anything

tyun did not expect it

so when you did it

his heart fell to his ass

frfr

"are you serious rn y/n?" taehyun asks as he feels his heart shattering as the ring he gave you lies in his hands.

you took the ring off handing it back to him the moment the argument ended.

you didn't know why you did it but you just need.

but seeing the teary eyed boy made you shatter, "no, i'm not...i'm sorry hyun." you tell him cupping his face. "i'll never do it again."

"good." he tells you before kissing you. "now put it back on."

✰ hueningkai

first of all

why did you even do that to him

second of all

he literally was in so much shock

he though it was a joke

but then it hit

and he was so sad

he didn't even chase after you

HE WAS SILENT

"i can't do this kai, not right now." you tell him before leaving your ring on the kitchen counter and walking away. "i just need a break."

you smile sadly at kai before walking out your shared apartment.

the boys was at a lost, he couldn't bring himself to come out of shock. he was glued to the kitchen chair and he was just confused.

but it was a rollercoaster of emotions, he thought you were joking, then you realized, he was confused, he was hurt, and he was just sad.

when you come back home after awhile he couldn't even bring himself to greet you, he just, he was so hurt.

"kai, baby, i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry." you tell him sobbing, "i don't know what came over me, i just, i can't imagine my life without you."

kai looks at you glassy eyed and puts the ring back on your finger, "i really want to be mad at you, but i love you too much."

[loves0phelia]

Please write about Rafe who believes in love and a reader who doesn't! I love your first fic btw

Love

Summery: the request

Words: 1k

Warnings: small injury, grammar mistakes (feel free to correct me)

A/N: thank you so much for this request! xxx

Ever since you and Rafe met, he has been head over heels for you. He would follow you around like a lost puppy, he would get you anything you could possibly want, and always make sure you were okay.

In a way you loved how much he cared, but sometimes the feelings he left you with, made you confused.

In your head love was nothing but a useless feeling. The lovey dovey movies were fake and unrealistic, the people holding hands or kissing in the streets were disgusting and anyone who tried to prove you wrong was definitely not sane.

So why was Rafe Cameron making you feel this way? 

“Good morning pretty, got you your favorite like always” He says the second you open the door to his black pick up truck, and hand you the chocolate chips cookie from that bakery you adore.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to get me something every time?” Even though you wish you kept your lips in a straight line, a small smile took place on your lips.

“But if i stop bringing you snacks how else will i see this pretty smile of yours?” immediately your cheeks became red, so you turned your head to look out the passenger window as he finally started driving away.

After what felt like hours, you got the courage to speak up and asked him where he was taking you.

“Well I figured you wouldn't like the movies because you claim its “too romantic” so I decided on going up to the hill with some food and a book, we could spend the afternoon together until sunset. Also I brought my laptop in case you changed your mind about rom coms…” he uttered the last words anticipating your reaction to them.

“Are you serious? that's like the most rom com thing ever!” you threw your hands above your head and looked at him in disbelief.

“Come on Y/n just give it a shot please” you looked at him with a glare not breaking against his attempt at begging.

“for me?” your fake anger vanished the second the words left his mouth. His soft blue eyes and pouty lips had you in a choke hold. You could never refuse him even if you tried.

“fine” Rafe shouts in victory before grabbing your hand and shaking it while still holding the steering wheel.

“You're not going to regret it baby, i swear” his happiness calmed and now you could only hear the soft music playing on the radio and the harsh sound of his engine. 

What you hadn't noticed though was how his hand was still holding yours on top of your thigh for the rest of the ride. 

When the car finally came to a stop, Rafe jumped out and rushed to your side to open your door. While holding the small bag with the cookie you haven't eaten yet in your left hand your right one grabbed his so he could help you climb out. This gesture was almost too familiar now.

You stood a few feet away as he grabbed the cooler filled to the brim with various beverages and snacks. Your breath hitch when you noticed his arms flex beneath his gray shirt. 

“You ready?” you snapped your eyes away from his muscles as fast as light and quickly nodded, unable to speak any word.

In silence you both climbed the small trail up to the hill. While you could've been watching the blooming flowers, your mind was on rafe, you were daydreaming not paying attention to anything.

“shit” were your last words before tripping over a small branch on your path. your exclamation immediately made Rafe turn on his heels, he dropped the cooler to the ground and ran to you, examining the damage.

“im fine Rafe i just wasn't paying attention” you tried to comfort him but his gaze was fixated on the small cuts over one of your knees.

“Do you want to go back? we can do this another day” he asked concerned and almost already getting ready to turn back the way you came from.

“No rafe. Really I'm ok it's just a small scrap and I don't want our day to be ruined because of me” you almost pleaded.

“Are you sure you can walk? cause i can carry you” he suggested.

“don't be ridiculous, you're already carrying all that” you laughed and optimistically went back on the way.

the entire pathRafe and a small furrow in his brown and he stayed close to you in case of another accident, he was ready to catch you,

When you two were finally settled on a blanket led on top of the grass he began unpacking.

“So a movie or a book? also I'm warning you, if you choose a book you need to read to me.” he smiled innocently.

“book please” you answered shyly before taking the book from his hand. instantly rafe led his head on top of your lap and snuggled while grinning, knowing what he was doing,

but surprisingly you did not comment, nor move away, you stayed like that even when you began to read the words out loud.

he was so peaceful he almost looked asleep but the soft and smooth movement of his thumb over your small injury proved you he was definitely awake.

“Whats up” your brows furrowed wondering why he was asking. 

“you stopped reading.” You hadn't even realized you had stopped and you definitely didn't realize he was looking up at you, admiring you for almost 2 minutes before saying something.

“i was just thinking how much i appreciate this,i never realized before now how much i enjoyed it” 

“yea?” He sat up with the brightest smile.

“mhm” you hummed and you felt like a magnet was pulling you to him so without a thought you crashed your lips on his.

he made a noise of surprise before rapidly returning the gesture while sliding his fingers in your hair and holding you to him.

passionately you and Rafe kissed until you couldn't breath and that's how you realized love was actually the best thing to ever feel.

[luvyeni]

DLMLU; LEE FELIX

pairings. toxic!felix x lovesick!reader

wc. 821

warnings. gaslighting, cheating, mentions of sex, THIS IS FICTION PLEASE RUNAWAY IF SOMEONE TREATS YOU LIKE THIS

authors note. based on the song dlmlu by stray kids, i've been thinking about making something since it came out. THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS 🎉! i can't believe i gained so many in such a short time, thank you for reading my works <3!

with that gaze of yours, full of hurt

"you're home?" you sat on the couch in the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend, who was currently walking through the door, looking like he clearly out doing the same thing he always did, this time he barely hid it. "you smell like whoever she is this time."

he sighed, tossing his keys to the side, rubbing his temples. "don't start this okay, you don't know what you're talking about."

you stood up, scoffing. "really, do you normally go out smelling like— what is it this time? cherries and vanilla." your voice cracking as you began to tear up.

"you, promised."

"i'm sorry." you laughed, that's you could do, it was comical really. "sorry, you're sorry, if you were sorry you'd fucking stop, you wouldn't leave me here for days on days without a call or text." you yelled.

"you're making this a big deal, she didn't mean anything." he yelled back, tugging at his hair in frustration. "please just listen."

"you said it didn't mean anything the last time, or the last time or the fucking time before that, how many times is it not gonna mean anything felix, how many!"

he saw the hurt in your eyes.

please, run away before i end up breaking you

he knew you were right, he was wrong to keep doing this to you , hurting you like this.

you and felix met when you both moved to korea years ago, you both were new to the country, so you had a lot in common, so you relied on each other, being away from your familes you leaned on each other for everything.

your friendship quickly turned into a full blown relationship, and next thing you know you two are in love and moving in with each other.

you two lived happily , you going to school and him recording music with a few other people he met here in korea, that's when it all went to shit, when his band began to get known in the under ground scene...

the different girls that would throw themselves at him, at first he rejected them, he had you, he didn't need anyone else. but good one night, and a few drinks later, he was crawling out of some girls bed, ready to beg for forgiveness.

you forgave him, heartbroken but you still took him back, and he promised not to do it again.

then came another, and another and another, and you took him back each and everytime, and felix realized something— there was reason why you kept taking him back.

you didn't have anyone else, you only had him, you didn't want to live without him, you truly did love him. of course, he did love you back don't get him wrong, but something about how you'd still look at him with heart eyes, packing him his lunches every morning, coming to his concert when you could— you did everything for him regardless of what he did... felix loved that power more, he was addicted to it.

don't let me love you, don't let me love you

"babe, im sorry she didn't mean anything i swear." he was being truthful, he couldn't even remember the girls name, it started with a b or something.

"it was a mistake, you have to believe, i was drunk and it just happened." he gave you those same doe eyes, the ones that made you fall for his charms every single time. "i love you, you know that." he cupped your face.

"you keep breaking my heart." you whispered, tears falling from your face. "it won't happen again, i swear." he wiped the tears. "you just have to trust me."

you wanted to say no, you did, but you really did love felix, and you knew he still loved you, or at least you wanted to hold on to the hope that he did.

"fine, one more chance, im giving you one more chance, felix you better not fuck it up." he smiled, kissing you. "thank you baby."

"i really promise this time will be different."

escape before the pain fills you up

he knew it wasn't gonna be that last time, but that didn't stop him from whispering empty promises in your ear as he thrusted into you, telling you how he's gonna stop while he kissed your neck, soaking up all your precious moans.

this happens everytime, you yell, he plays his games and you forgive him, and you have make up sex, knowing it will only be a week or two before you're right back at were you started, you sitting on the couch watching him walk in the apartment.

he knows he's know good for you. he knows he should let you go find someone who will treats you right, but he can't help but keep you on his life.

he needs you as much as you need him.

don't let me love you

©️LUVYENI

[words-4u]

true connection - n.'p'.t

pairing: natasha 'phoenix' trace x fem!reader

wc: 1k

a/n: (can you tell i’m on a top gun high rn?) this wasn't requested i just really think monica barbaro is hot and needs more love on this app 🫶🏾

top gun: maverick masterlist

call sign = haven

"just go talk to her already!" your best friend whispered in your ear. "it's getting pathetic, y/n/n."

you smacked rooster's chest and felt his abs clench at the contact. he was right though, the situation was getting pathetic. a few days ago the best pilots topgun has ever seen were called back for a mission that hasn't been disclosed yet. among the graduates called back were hangman, coyote, bob, payback, fanboy and of course your phoenix.

you've harboured a crush on pheonix since flight school and rooster was the only one who knew mostly cause he was always around to catch you staring and it looks like nothing has changed. here you were all back at the hard deck, you and rooster handing out the bar while you observed the rest of the group playing pool.

"you say that like it's easy! i barely spoke to her outside of the classes we shared. i don't even know where to begin now," you slumped your head on one hand while the other toyed with the straw in your drink.

"ask her what her favourite plane is or her favourite colour, i don't know but you better come up with something quick because she's making her way over here," rooster took his drink and quickly walked off.

"wha–" you watched your best friend (former now for pulling a fast one like this) join the others. he gave you a thumbs up before settling into a conversation with payback.

"hey pen, can i get a rum and coke," phoenix ordered taking the seat rooster recently occupied. "and another one of whatever she was having."

"oh no i-i was just leaving actually," you didn't want to lie to her but you just weren't ready for rejection not tonight (or any night really).

"c'mon just stay for one drink, pleeeaase." she begged pouting.

"you're making it extremely hard to say 'no' to that face."

"then don't say 'no'," she said pushing the freshly made drink into your hands.

you smiled in defeat and held your glass up to cheers hers before taking a big gulp.

"so haven, i have a question to ask," she said toying with the lime on the side of her drink. a telltale sign that she's nervous but what the hell could she be nervous about?

"i may be able to answer it but i make no guarantees," you replied.

she smirked at your answer. "okay, smartass. in all seriousness though, you haven’t come up to me at all tonight. why is that?“

you froze for a few seconds trying to understand what she was asking. was she really waiting all night for you talk to her?

"uh... i didn't know you wanted me to."

"of course i wanted you to," she quickly replied. sitting on her stool, her whole body was now facing you. "i was hoping that after a couple years of not seeing each other, i don't know…you'd be excited to see me. i know i was when i saw you walking in with rooster. god, hangman and coyote would not stop making kissy noises at me."

"i am excited!" you jumped spilling your drink in the process. "shit,"

you reached across the counter to grab a bunch of napkins before the realization hit you. "wait, did you say that hangman and coyote were making kissy noises at you? why on earth would–"

phoenix raised an eyebrow at you.

"natasha..."

"y/n..."

"do you like me? cause i'm gonna need to hear you say it out loud for me to actually believe it."

she tilted her head back in laughter. "yes, y/n. i like you. i have for a while."

"what?" phoenix aka the girl you were crushing on for years has liked you back this whole time. damn, you were slow. "i've liked you for a while."

"i know. well, i had an inkling but i didn't want to ruin the dynamic between us. we made such good partners in class,” she bumped her shoulder against yours.

"we did, didn't we? i just didn't think you were into girls or me for that matter so i didn't really do anything about it."

"well, can i tell you a secret?" phoenix asked leaning in. you could feel her hot breath on your ear, fanning down your neck. "i am so into you.”

once you turned around, you were face to face with her, your lips just inches away from each other. phoenix started to lean in but slowly giving you time to back out if you wanted but there was no way that was happening. you've waited what felt like a lifetime for this moment.

when your lips finally connected, the flutter you've had for years around her intensified. you could only focus on phoenix's hand now cupping your cheek as she held your face close to hers. her lips were soft just like you had imagined and as the seconds passed, you could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter.

cheers and eruptions broke out from behind you as you hid your face in natasha's neck.

"that's my girl getting her girl," rooster clapped.

"here's your stupid $20," hangman handed fanboy a crumpled bill.

"thank you very much," fanboy said smoothing it out and placing it in his pocket.

"you guys bet on us?" phoenix yelled over the music. she wasn’t mad though because honestly there was absolutely nothing that could ruin this moment for her.

"yeah, i bet on you guys because i know a true connection when i see it. it was hangman who bet against you," fanboy pointed at hangman like he was in grade school tattling to a teacher.

"true connection, eh?" pheonix turned back, smirking at you. "i don't about you but i feel like i need to test it out a little more."

"oh do you?"

"yeah," she said lifting your chin closer to her face. "i think i do."

before you could say anything else, she closed the gap leaving you breathless once more. kissing phoenix was not what you thought would happen walking into the hard deck tonight but it's all you ever want to be doing and then some leaving the bar.

[puriiinz]

ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.

05:00- gold dust

a/n: THIS IS SO LONG LMFAO it's 3:53 am rn and idk how i managed to write over 1k words but um... enjoy!!! :] also don’t mind the typos if there’s any…

contains: implied homophobia, cursing

"what even are you trying to do?" dina asked as she set her phone down, eyeing the girl in front of her curiously. her and jesse were at ellie's house, sitting on the comfy couch as ellie did whatever she was trying to do in the kitchen.

ellie simply said "garlic bread." and looked at the recipe, looking towards her couch when she heard jesse's laugh. "what?" she raised her brows in confusion, frowning when dina snorted.

"what the fuck are y'all laughing at?"

"when did you learn how to bake?" jesse asked when he calmed down while wiping his tears. the last time ellie tried to bake was for dina's sister's birthday. since ellie didn't know what she could get her she decided to bake some cupcakes, simple right? wrong. that was the first time ellie ever tried to bake. there were eggshells in the batter (which she didn't even realise) and god knows how she baked them because they where shaking like jello when she opened up the box. they had to eat them despite jesse's protests because dina's sister was just so nice, and she couldn't not eat them when ellie put so much effort into them just for her. they begged and nearly cried but had to eat them since they couln't do anything to convince dina's sister and damn ellie for making a dozen cupcakes for four people because when they finally finished the cupcakes, dina's sister brought more. it was when jesse almost puked all over dina's shirt dina's sister got convinced and put them away.

"are you guys still stuck on those cupcakes? i was like, i don't know, fucking sixteen when i did those? it's been years." ellie got back to her dough, putting it in a greased pan and leaving it to rise. she washed her hands and sat on the opposite of the couch jesse and dina were sitting.

"why are you making the bread from scratch anyway? you could've just bought it." dina said as she surfed through the tv channels and finally deciding on something. she leaned back and let jesse put his legs on her lap. "maybe she's doing it for yn." jesse said as he made his hands kiss, making disgusting noises as he did so.

"are you?" dina questioned while her attention was mostly on the show that was playing on the tv. she turned her head to look at ellie when silence washed over the room, laughing at the face ellie made, "oh my god, you ARE making it for her!" she exclaimed loudly, making ellie hiss.

"you don't have to let the whole state know about it you know?"

"of course i do! that's hilarious."

an hour and a half had passed. it was 1:30 pm and ellie had 30 minutes to get ready, freak out and drive to yn's house. the bread was ready and surprisingly smelled good. dina and jesse had left (against their own will) so ellie could make the bread in peace. ellie had just taken it out of the oven after spreading garlic butter and a little parmesan on the bread when her phone dinged. she took a deep breath and unlocked her phone just to see a notification from yn, making her smile slightly.

'hey el! hope you didn't bail on me :]'

'who'd bail on a pretty girl like you?'

she huffed and put the bread in a container and put that container in a bag, put her shoes on and finally got out of the house.

ellie was officially freaking out. her hands were sweaty and her legs shook slightly.

"come on, you've seen her a million times already." and with that ellie got out of her car and knocked on yn's door. she leaned her head against the door and heard a faint "i'm coming!". she sighed and smoothed out her clothes.

"hello m’lady ellie, pleased to make your acquaintance." yn bowed slighltly, laughed and stood up when ellie smacked her head. "no i'm serious, it's so nice to see you." caught off guard, ellie coughed and smiled, "likewise m'lady" and bowed.

"come in, i made tiramisu."

"how do you manage to make the things i love every time? do you like, look at someone's face and see what they like?" ellie questioned as she took off her shoes. she closed the door and trailed after yn and sat down at the kitchen table. yn laughed and sat across from her, "i wish but no, you just look like you like tiramisu and garlic bread."

"oh! i um... i made garlic bread for you. i didn't taste it and it's my first time making it so hopefully it's not awful..."

"hey, i'm supposed to be the baker, not you" that made ellie smile again, she took the container from the bag, opened the lid and put it on the table. yn took a piece and quickly ate it, groaning at the taste.

"wh- is it that bad?" ellie jumped to her feet, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. she heard yn laugh and put the glass back on the counter.

"are you crazy? this is so good! you might just replace me at the cafe."

"don't be ridiculous," ellie scoffed "why did you even stop working there anyway, did they just randomly stopped paying you?" yn laughed slightly and sighed, licking her lips she answered; "we had a fight- by we i mean me and jade, i'm good with julie i guess? although she hasn't messaged me since the fight."

that surprised ellie, why would they even fight? what would they fight about? "i thought you guys were close, what happened?"

"i thought so too but things happen i guess." yn got up and headed to the counter. "coffee?" ellie hummed, "sure."

ellie watched yn as she prepared the coffee and started to look around.

"we fought because i apparently like girls and i 'don't accept it because i like the attention'"

ellie was baffled and didn't know what to think. "huh?"

yn suddenly turned around, startling ellie in the proccess, and started talking.

"that's exactly how i reacted when i read jade's text! like why would i pretend not to like girls for attention? that doesn't even make sense! i told her and julie a million times, no i don't like girls and there's nothing wrong with liking girls but i don't, is it that hard to comprehend?"

"you don't like girls..?"

"no, i mean girls are pretty as hell that's for sure. but i don't see myself being in a relationship, like it doesn't feel like i'll ever be in one." yn said as she poured water into the cups.

"oh"

"yeah... i mean it feels wrong when i think about being with a girl but like i don't like girls so it's no big deal. like when i see pretty girls i want to kiss them and make coffee and desserts and stuff but it feels just... off you know? maybe somethings wrong with me." yn giggled and brought the cups to the table. ellie thanked her quietly. it was silent for a few seconds when ellie decided to speak up.

"have you ever thought about liking girls with no other thought behind it?" yn looked at ellie with a confused expression on her face, "what does that mean?"

"i mean, the way you explain these things... it feels like the things you say were said to you when you were younger? you know like you're almost being forced to say these."

"well my parents weren't… angels but their opinions don't define me. anyways enough talk about depressing stuff, you came here to spend time with me. cmon let's watch cringe shows."

"thank you for the bread, it was delicious."

"you don't need to keep thanking me yn."

it was 4:55 and ellie decided to go home. "couldn't you have stayed more?" yn asked as she leaned towards the doorstep, watching as ellie finished tying her shoes and smiling when ellie looked at her.

“it’s not like i’m going somewhere. we could always have a sleepover or something." yn smiled and stood straight. "i'll be sure to wear my cutest pajamas for you then." she answered, gave ellie her bag while winking.

"i'll be waiting," she took her bag from yn "well... see you soon?"

"see you ellie."

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER NINE: GREED

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: Things were peaceful and you could feel something changing.

READER: female

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 08/29/2023

Since your incident, you were holed up in your room or the library. But unlike your previous depression with Emi's death, you were more than ready to become the best sorcerer you could be.

Emi fought for you to live, and you would honor her by doing whatever you could to prove that you deserved to be a Special Grade sorcerer.

You trained for weeks and read books on everything known to the Jujutsu world. You would go on low-level missions, then beg Yaga for more to the point where even Gojo was getting a bit worried — and Gojo never got worried about just anyone.

He had to consider you a good friend to be truly worried about you like he worried about Geto.

"You trying to kill yourself again?" Gojo asked as he pressed the cold juice can to your cheek.

Your body tensed and you automatically jabbed your fingers into his ribs.

"That hurt!" he screeched as he pulled your hands out.

"It was cold!" you retorted defensively.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with books sprawled around you. There was a notebook and colored pens on your lap.

Gojo was leaning over you like a giant, blocking your light.

Gojo and you got closer after the incident. He started bothering you since the first day you decided to go to the library.

Every day, like clockwork, he would show up with a treat for you. It wasn't until he bought you mochi that you realized you never had sweets before.

There was never a need or craving for you to eat sweets before, which is a heinous deed for a man who loved sweets as much as he did.

You began to look forward to the sweets.

"What's this?" you asked as you looked at the packaging of the can.

"Milk tea with jelly," he replied as he grabbed the can from your hands and opened it.

"Hey!" you shouted as you hurriedly stood up and attempted to grab the can from him.

He drank from it while skipping away from you. You chased after him, annoyed that he was interrupting your studies.

Suddenly, he stopped skipping, making you skid to a halt. You eyed him, reaching your hand out to grab the can from him.

"You sleep yet?" he asked as you wiped the opening of the can with your sleeve.

"No," you answered before sipping from it. "It's good," you murmured.

"Course it is. I personally picked it out for you."

You stared at him and blinked before walking back to your circle of textbooks.

"Don't ignore me."

If it was one thing you learned about Gojo, it was that he enjoyed attention. If the attention wasn't focused on him, he would throw a fit like a child.

"I'm not ignoring you. I just didn't know how to respond," you replied as you sat down.

Gojo followed after you, sitting on top of the table instead to look at you from above. You looked better than when he first met you.

Your eyes seemed brighter and you talked more. He knew that the incident with Ayumi contributed to that, but he wanted to know why it had to go to that extent.

He didn't know anything about you and he knew he didn't have the place to ask. The two of you weren't that close. He knew Nanami before you, and he still didn't know Nanami's parents' names.

“It's my birthday, ya know,” he said.

“Is this a ploy for my attention again?”

“It's really my birthday,” he said with a pout.

A soft chuckle left your mouth.

As soon as it did, you went silent before looking at Gojo in surprise. He had a similar expression on his face.

That was the first time you laughed.

You cleared your throat and looked down at the book. “Happy birthday. So, where’s Ieiri and Geto?" you asked, eyes glued to the words in front of you.

"Shoko's with Yaga and Suguru's on a mission,” he responded, amused.

"Why aren't you on a mission?" you asked, feeling heat crawl up your neck.

He was hoping you wouldn't ask, but either way, he wouldn't tell you the truth. He wanted to keep you in the dark a little longer.

"I've been having the shits lately."

Your hand stopped writing for a moment, then resumed. "That's gross."

He shrugged. "It's just how it is."

Gojo watched as you studied. He didn't understand the point of you studying. He believed that improving as a sorcerer meant going out in the field or practicing physically, not by reading books and taking notes.

And you weren't that stupid. You knew now how Gojo was as a person, and that he thought what you were doing was stupid.

But you knew that there was something behind your life. You thought you were normal before your parents' deaths, but you knew something bigger was at play.

"If I turned evil, would you kill me?" you asked quietly.

He didn't answer for a moment, which made you look up at him. His glasses were tilted down, making you realize that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I'd have to," he responded.

You hummed. "Good."

His lips twitched. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

You blinked, biting back a smile. "Dangerous things, Gojo."

He hopped off the library table and knelt in front of you. You couldn't help but keep eye contact with us. His blue eyes shone brighter than anything in the library.

"Remember, Ama, you don't get to die without my permission."

When did you give him permission to call you by your first name? You had no memory of ever doing so.

“Since when did we make that deal?” you asked, breathless.

He smirked. “You just don't remember.”

“You're a manipulator.”

Gojo Satoru was a master manipulator, but you didn't even know half of it. He wasn't interested in you much when the two of you first met, but now he knew how interesting it was to be around you.

“And don't you ever forget that, Ama.”

You liked how your name sounded on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @sleepydang @nerdiel-has-no-braincells @the-fab-killjoy

[zebraszegras]

"I’m pregnant"

First fic for this AU!!

Pairing: Luke Hughes x OC Sophie Winters

Word count: 1k words :)

Warnings: talk of pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, slight angst, like one swear word, fluff at the end :) NOT PROOF READ

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Sophie was finally able to get some time off from college to fly up to New jersey for three weeks. She had been missing Luke so much recently. It was a lot harder then she thought, being miles away from him for months on end, but they made it work. They were making sure not to take any of they're time for granted.

Unfortunately, during week two of her visit, Sophie had gotten sick with something. She was waking up to go puke and felt horrible. At first, the thought of being pregnant didn't even cross her mind, but then when she checked her period app and saw she was 6 days late, she started to panic. She was never late.

On the third day of week three of her trip, Sophie went down to the closest pharmacy while Luke was at practice and bought three different brands of pregnancy tests just to be sure. She was mentally freaking out, but was trying to convince herself it was nothing.

She was staring at the boxes on the counter, thinking deeply about what she would do if she was pregnant, but decided to just take them before she psyched herself out of it.

She took all three tests before leaving the bathroom and pacing around Luke's room for the 10 minutes it took all of them to tell. As soon as she heard the alarm, she ran back in and quickly gave herself a pep talk before flipping the tests.

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant.

They all said pregnant. She was going to have a baby. She stared in shock for about 2 minutes before breaking out into sobs. What was she going to do? What was Luke going to think? How was this going to work?

Her mind was working miles per minute. She couldn't do this. She wasn't ready to be a mother. She knew she was going to keep the baby. This was her fault and she would never forgive herself in the future if she did get rid of it.

She checked the time, seeing Luke and Jack would be back in about half an hour. She quickly cleaned everything up, hiding the tests. She washed her face and went to lay in bed, thinking of ways to tell Luke about this.

She didn't get much time however, because she hears the front door open and Luke yells out "We're back!". The panic sets in again, but she quickly calms herself down and waits for Luke to walk in.

She moves on with her day, not mentioning anything until later that night, when they're both laying in Luke's bed together. She mentally yells at herself for keeping it in all day, before opening her mouth faster then her mind was working.

"I need to tell you something," she says quickly.

Luke's hand that was rubbing up and down her back stops at the tone of her voice, and he pulls back from her just enough to see her face.

"What's wrong?" He questions.

"Promise you won't get mad at me," she begs, "I hate when you're mad at me."

Luke frowns and sits up.

"I promise," he whispers. She can tell by his expressions that he's nervous. Here goes nothing.

"I'm pregnant." The band aid's been ripped.

Luke doesn't say anything. He just stares at her until she can't take it anymore.

"Lu? Please say something. Anything," her voice is shaky, and her eyes gloss over. He stands up to pace around his room.

"Are you being serious?" he finally speaks. She nods her head before dropping her eyes to her shaking hands.

"Sophie I can't- my career is just starting and you're fucking pregnant?"

A sob escapes her mouth. He's mad, he promised he wouldn't be mad.

"I'm sorry," sob. "I really am," Another sob. "I'm keeping it though. I would never forgive myself if I didn't," sob. "I won't hate you if you don't want it. I know how much your career means to you," and again, another sob escapes past her lips.

Luke's face softens at her words, and his heart breaks that she thinks he's leaving her when she needs him most, when she's carrying they're child. He crouches in front of her, placing his hands on her knees and rubs them lovingly.

"Soph, look at me," he whisper softly. When she looks up at him with her red and teary eyes, his first tear of the night falls from his eye. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I promise you, I'm not leaving you okay? Nothing means more to me then you. I love you, and now I'm gonna love our baby," he tells her as more tears stream down his face.

"We're gonna be parents," she whispers with a small smile. "You're gonna be the best mother this world has ever seen baby," he says as he smiles through the tears.

Sophie lets out another sob before wrapping her arms around his neck, his going to her waist. They cry happy tears into each others shoulders. Luke whispers sweet nothings into her ear, things about how she's going to be an amazing mom, and how he couldn't imagine anyone else to be the mother to his child.

After a bit, Sophie pulls back to look at him with a small frown on her lips.

"Luke what are we gonna do? We live hours away from each other."

He moves his hands up to her face to wipe her tears, before kissing both her cheeks, then her forehead, and lastly her lips.

"We can talk about this later, ok baby? Why don't we lay down for tonight and talk more in the morning." Just the way he was talking was enough to make Sophie's heart squeeze in joy.

"Okay," she whispers. Luke stands up and picks Sophie up, laying down with her on his chest.

"I love you, future mom," he says with a kiss to her head.

"I love you, future dad," Sophie responds with a small smile. They were going to be just fine.

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OKAY SO THAT WAS CRAZYYYYYYYYYY

what do we think? do we like? do we hate?

personally i love teehee

This is my first AU so im still learning how i want things to work, BUT

im loving this IM SO READY FOR THIS AUUUU

please send in your thoughts on this, and start sending in asks for blurbs and other fics and what not because I DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO FROM HERE

Anywayyyss that being said

thank you for reading and i love you all!

- Audree ♡

[clonelyhours]

Stay With Me

Pairing(s): Tech x gn! Reader

tags/warning: angst, major character death

Word count: 1k

heavily inspired by the death at the end of TASM 2

"Come on Tech!" Wrecker shouted. "Hurry!"

"I am climbing," Tech struggled. "as fast as I can."

"Get him up here, Wrecker!" You started barking orders. "Now! We don't have much time!"

You tried to catch a glimpse of Tech, but it was no use. There was too much metal in the way but not enough cover from the blaster fire.

"Why aren't we moving?" Hunter grumbled as he took cover. You all needed to get out of there now, or you'd all die.

Echo moved from his cover spot and returned fire at the enemies, stealing a quick glance at the track above him. "The car's being ripped from the track!"

You were at a stalemate. The car wouldn't move with the broken half pulling it down, and none of you would do anything about it until Tech was on board. "Wrecker, you gotta hurry it up!" You told him.

You too, began to return fire with Echo, Hunter soon joining.

"Wrecker!" Hunter snapped. "Get him onboard!"

Wrecker took a hesitant step forward, quickly stepping back when the car began to rumble.

"Don't!" Tech shouted from where he hung. "Any shift in weight could send both of these cars over!"

"Then keep climbing, Tech!" Hunter took cover once more. "I'll shoot you a line as soon as you get close enough!"

The sound of imperial ships echoed in the sky. You heart nearly sank as soon as you saw them. "We've got ships inbound!"

One of the ships fired at the track, the car dropping a bit. There wasn't much left that you could do. "Hang on Tech! I'm coming down!"

"No! Don't!" He insisted, hanging on as tight as he could to his line. "You must sever the connection hinge!"Now!"

"Not until you're up here!" Wrecker argued back. "I'm not gonna lose another one of ya!"

The second ship shot at the track again, the car shifting tremendously.

"There is no time, Wrecker." He withdrew his blaster from its holster and aimed up. "Plan 99."

"Plan 99?!" Your head snapped down at Tech, eyes wide. "Tech you can't!"

Wrecker was determined to bring his brother up. He grabbed the half of the falling car and attempted to pull it up. "Don't you do it Tech!" Wrecker begged.

"There has to be another way!" You cried out. "Think for a second!"

He sighed and took a deep breath, aiming at the perfect spot to sever the broken half of the car. "When have we ever followed orders?" He shot right at the sweet spot, finally freeing the good part of the car from the bad part.

For a second, Wrecker thought he could handle the weight.

But then he failed. The heap of metal slipped from his grasp and went falling down. "No!"

You wasted no time going after him. With one blaster you shot the grapple at the platform and attached the other side to your belt. You immediately jumped down after Tech, your second blaster in hand and ready to shoot it's grapple towards him.

He stared up at you, his hands subconsciously extending towards you. He was glad you couldn't see his face behind his helmet— he was scared— scared to die.

At least he was able to see your sweet beautiful face one last time.

"I love you Y/N!"

Leave it to Tech to admit his feelings that the wrong time. You'd make sure to tease him about it later.

"Grab on!" You shot the second line to him. He caught the end and attached it to his own belt, attempting to grab the line with his hands for more support.

He was going to make it, he had to— but then he didn't.

You were yanked upward by the first line and the second had shot out too long.

And because of the extra few inches of line that shot from your blaster, his body hit the ground with a thud, instantly lifeless.

And you saw the whole thing. You were too late. You couldn't save him in time.

In a matter of seconds you would be whipped away by the car you were still attached to. Swiftly, you took your first blaster and released the line, falling only a few feet to the ground. You wasted no time getting up on your knees and crawling over to him. "Hey, hey..." you hesitantly slipped a hand under his lower back and lifted him up. "Tech?"

This couldn't be for nothing. He had to be alive.

"Tech." You pulled him into your laps, tears swelling in your eyes and your voice cracking. "Breath... Tech, breath. You're okay."

With your free hand, you careful removed his helmet and set it aside. You then pushed his now cracked goggles to his temple, your heart breaking as you discovered the tears in the corners of his eyes. "Tech... stay with me, please stay with me. Stay with me!"

You gently wiped his tears away as yours rushed down your cheeks. "Tech..." you cried "Tech! No please! Please!" Your forehead rested against his goggles, eyes squeezing shut. "Please..." you begged once more. "Stay with me, Tech."

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, hoping that maybe he would just wake up. Tech couldn't die like this, he couldn't. Not when he deserved a long and happy life, not when the Bad Batch had finally found a peaceful blade to live on Pabu— not when he had finally admitted his feeling for you moments before.

It wasn't fair.

Tech deserved to rest, but not like this. He deserved to live his life in peace, he deserved to watch that beautiful sunset every single night— he deserved to hold you in his arms every single night— because that's exactly what he had wanted.

To settle down with you.

But now he never could.

When you pulled away, you began sobbing, holding onto him so tight that you were afraid he would disappear if you didn't. You would stay there day and night if it meant not leaving his side, but unfortunately, the empire had other plans.

"I love you too, Tech."

[haleyhunwritess]

Hello :) I’ve read some of your stuff and like it a lot 💖

I got a question if you take requests? Is there a possibility you could write something about best friend!Bucky where he comforts reader after her breakup? Maybe something about later finding out about her ex cheating on her towards the end of the relationship and way later Bucky and reader recognizing feelings of each other? I could use some teeth rotting fluff right now (and maybe some mild smut-) 🥲

🤍 drabble for reader confessing their feelings for best friend!bucky

a/n: hi love, thank you!! yes i currently am requests for the celebration, this is the last week to send in requests for the 1k celebration btw! i still have my requests open after this week but i won't be able to reply as quick, i hope you enjoy reading this, i know its a bit different from what you wanted but i hope you still like it <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Stop fucking lying to me!" You exclaimed, throwing another one of Mike's shirts into his suitcase, "I don't want any more excuses, just take your shit and leave."

"Hey I pay the rent too, I'm not going anywhere!" He yelled, taking the suitcase away from you.

"Fine, I'll leave! I don't wanna spend another minute in this house anyways." You grabbed your purse and your car keys before walking out of the room, "I'll come get the rest of my stuff later."

You got into your car, before slamming the door shut. The second you closed the door, tears started flowing down your face. You can't believe he would do such a thing to you. You broke down in your car as you kept picturing them together. You caught him cheating on you with his co-worker. In your bedroom. While she was wearing your clothes.

You'd been away this week because of work, and you wanted to surprise your boyfriend by coming home. Instead he surprised you with another girl in your shared bedroom.

You hit the steering wheel with your fist in frustration while continuing to bawl your eyes out. Just then you noticed someone knocking on your window. You lowered the window, telling the person to go away, assuming it was Mike.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Are you okay?" You looked up at the sound of Bucky's voice. You quickly opened the car door and hugged him tightly. He quickly wrapped his arms around and quietly shushed you as began crying on his shoulder.

It took you a minute to calm down before you could tell him what had happened. You had to practically force him into your car after begging him not to go inside your house and beat up Mike. You begged him to just take you back to his place because you weren't ready to see Mike yet.

You decided to let him drive since you were in no condition to drive without crashing right now. The tears still hadn't stopped, even after he took you back to his place and helped you lie down on his bed. He told you to take a nap while he made something for you to eat.

Once Bucky left the room, you started to cry even harder. You wish you never even met Mike. You wish you were with Bucky instead. He would never treat you this way. He would never betray you like this. Most of all, he wouldn't let you go like Mike did.

You knew Bucky didn't feel the same way, however, so you decided to bury your feelings and try harder with Mike. You hoped that maybe one day you'd fall for Mike the way you did for Bucky but unfortunately that never happened. He chose another girl over you, and hell maybe you deserved it. Every time you were with Mike, you fantasized about Bucky. Every touch, every kiss from Mike, you wished it was Bucky instead.

Bucky heard you crying, and rushed in to comfort you. You continued to cry loudly in his arms as he tried to shush your cries. You looked up at him and mumbled, "This is all my fault."

You thought he wouldn't hear you but he did, "Petal, none of this is your fault, he's the one who decided to cheat, you didn't do anything."

You shook your head in response before mumbling, "It is my fault, I deserve this for thinking about you every time he touched me. Every time he kissed me, every time he held me, all I could think about was you. It is my fault, I deserve this. Especially because you don't feel the same way, and I get it, why would you?" You scoffed, pulling away from Bucky's arms.

He stayed quiet for a second before pulling you back into his arms and turning your face to look at him, "What did you just say?"

"N-nothing, I didn't say anything…Just forget about it…" You quickly realized what you had just said, and instantly started panicking. You had been so lost in your feelings, you didn't mean to say any of that. You didn't mean for him to find out.

"Don't slap me for doing this," He mumbled before pulling you in closer and brushing your lips against his. You froze for a second before starting to kiss him back.

You pulled away from the kiss, a bit confused at what just happened. He chuckled lightly at your reaction and pulled in again until you stopped him. For a second he started panicking, thinking he'd completely misread what you said. You did say you thought about him as well, right? The same way he thought about you, regardless of who he was with. You felt the same, right?

"You feel the same way I do?" You mumbled quietly, pulling him out of this thoughts.

Bucky nodded in response before taking your hand in his, "I do, I thought you wouldn't feel the same way because you love Mike…"

"I don't…" You confessed, quietly, "I never have. I was just with him because I thought I could forget about you."

Bucky's face fell as he heard the last bit of your confession. Did that mean you didn't want him anymore?

"But it never worked. I never stopped thinking about you but I didn't wanna say anything because our friendship means so much to me. I just knew you didn't feel the same way." You looked down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I feel the same way, sweetheart. You're all mine," He pulled you in for another kiss, pushing his soft lips against yours. You kissed him back, moaning slightly against his lips.

He was finally all yours, and you were his.

[katiesharms]

masterlist

top gun: maverick

series:

i don't wanna give you up - phoenix/hangman (complete)

if you let me down, let me down slow - rated: E | wc: 12k She still doesn’t know what to make of Hangman, after all this time, all these years. They’re not friends, really, not even in the loose way she and Rooster are friends and certainly not in the way she and her friends back home are. But they’re far more than acquaintances, than colleagues. In some ways, they’re closer than she is with some of her family. In others, they might as well be strangers. 

i'm praying you don't see the signs (praying for you to be mine) - rated: T | wc: 6k Phoenix and Hangman have known each other for over a decade. It takes a lot of time for anyone to really see what's between them.

if you got feelings for me, you just gotta speak honestly - rated: T | wc: 1.5k “I love you,” she tells him plainly and waits.

so what's it gonna be? - rated: varies | wc: 14k a collection of prompts from this universe

to the place i belong - hangman/rooster, basically complete but may add more

maybe the miles can make up for the things you lack (are you ready to start?) - rated: M | wc: 30k | playlist “Are you sure you want to do that? With me?” There are a million things Rooster could say in response. He could tell him about how the idea of getting a plane, even a commercial one, still makes his blood buzz in the most uncomfortable way, even after all these months. He could tell him about how, when his mom died, she told him to see the world and he hasn’t even been able to see America, except through Navy-mandated stations. He could retract his offer right now, say he’s actually not sure and doesn’t want to spend three months of his life with his ex. He could tell Jake he loves him, still loves him, and beg him to love him back just the same. He says none of that. Instead, he says, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake. You know that.”

(i love you) for sentimental reasons - rated: E | 7k “Where are we going?” Bradley asks, slinging the empty overnight bag over his shoulder. “Where do you think?” Jake gestures over Bradley’s shoulder, and he turns to see the framed map that was the first thing hung up in Jake’s base housing. or Jake and Bradley, one year later

walking across the campus - hangman/coyote | complete

never leave me out (i'm standing by the sidelines) - rated: T | wc: 23K a look into a semester in the lives of statistics professor Jake Seresin and philosophy professor Javy Machado.

i could be there when you land - rated T | wc: 3.6k Jake and Javy's first Halloween

stand-alone:

the first annual seresin vs bradshaw softball game (or, how to turn moving in together into a competition) - hangman/rooster (complete) rated: T | wc: 3.5k

Jake wants to buy a clock. Bradley doesn't. Somehow, this becomes every one else's problem.

you want everything live (you want things you can touch) - phoenix/halo (complete) rated: G | wc: 2.2K

Natasha is 15 when she meets the boy she will marry.

find me a face that i want to hold (that i can memorize) - hangman/rooster (complete) rated: E | wc: 8.1K

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Jake is pretty sure his new neighbor is trying to usurp him as the king of Halloween. He'll do anything to make sure that doesn't happen.

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When Carole Bradshaw dies, Bradley’s given all of her jewelry.

i'd be home with you - maverick/iceman (complete) rated: G | wc: 1.5k

Pete and Tom have one last conversation

bridgerton:

series:

new york isn't new york without you, love - multiship (in-progress)

spinning on that dizzy edge - kate/anthony (complete) rated: M | wc: 52k “Wow, once you Bridgertons find someone, you never let them escape, huh?” Kate asks. Penelope giggles, “They have a habit of collecting strays.” or A year in the life of Kathani Sharma, told via Bridgerton family events

don't slow down, never let me go (don't you wanna see how far this thing can go?) - kate/anthony (complete) rated: T | wc: 9k Before (he has started thinking of his life as BKS and AKS - Before Kate Sharma and After Kate Sharma), the thought of love made his stomach drop and his hands grow clammy in fear. Now, though, he feels like he’s gliding through life with her by his side. Anthony can’t believe he’s gotten so lucky, that something he’s done in his life means he’s rewarded with having Kate by his side, for as long as she will have him. or Five years in the life of Anthony Bridgerton, told via Sharma-Bridgerton event

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[cityofdreams-writing]

I Will Always Wait

Rating: M

Pairing: Bang Chan x M!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Lots of angst, major feels, major character death, death, sadness, no swearing for once. I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: You find out that your boyfriend is being forced to marry...but you know you will wait for him forever.

Notes: This was the prompt:

"WARNING: MENTION OF SUICIDE. I was just sitting alone and cant get this angst idea out of my mind: The idol (top) is a rich heir and the reader (bottom) is just a commoner. The idol was forced by his family to get married and need to break up with the reader. The reader was so sad but he managed to say, "i will wait for you till i'm 30. If you dont find me by then, i will move on and find another guy" (lets say rn they are 24). The reader wait year after year. And then his 30th birthday almost come. 10 minutes before 12 am, he committed suicide, as if declaring that he will wait for the idol forever as he will never be 30. Gosh, this kind of story always makes my heart goes brr. Wish someone write a fic using this idea PLEASE REBLOG UNTIL A WRITER DECIDES TO WRITE THIS FIC IM BEGGING YALL 😭"

@pervy-az I hope this satisfies you, but I apologize if it seems rushed, I wrote this at like 3 AM last night so bear with me please lmao. Thanks for the prompt!

Also, annyeonghaseyo yowrobun (Hello everyone), I'm finally back, feeling a little better (mentally, physically I am sick right now lmao), and back with a story. No, I'm not coming off hiatus right now, as I don't really feel ready yet to continue the series I have going, or the request that I have pending right now. But I hope you do enjoy this.

Soundtrack: Click!

"(Y/N)..."

"(Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)!!"

You woke with a gasp. Your brother, Lee Felix, or Lixie, as you called him, tapped his foot angrily. His clothes were all dirty and ripped again...you sighed internally.

"I'm up, I'm up, hyung." You sleepily grumbled and raked a hand through your already-wild curls, messing it up even more with your hand.

"Come on. Eomma said we had to go shopping." Felix rolled his eyes.

"Oh come on, not again." You groaned at the mere thought of going with your brother for the third time this week to the stinky market.

"Get ready, Seungmin and I be waiting for you downstairs, 'kay?" With that, Felix shut the door softly behind him as he left.

You stood there for a moment, your shoulders slumping as you considered your fate.

You groaned, dragging yourself to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up.

You headed downstairs and gave your mom a sleepy hug, which she graciously accepted, chuckling at your groggy state.

You headed out with your brothers with the promise to be back in a maximum of two hours.

You talked and smiled with your brothers all the way to the market, where a hooded figure yanked you by your dirty sleeve into a shaded alleyway, not noticing how shabby the alley actually looked.

Not knowing who it was, you pushed the figure to the ground and snarled at a filthy vendor trying to sell you some suspicious looking plants.

The vendor backed away, whimpering at your ferocious temper.

"Show yourself." You growled lowly, yanking the person to their feet. The person didn't resist as they were manhandled by you. In fact, they seemed almost…melancholy. Or despairing.

The figure removed their hood, revealing…your boyfriend.

Christopher Bang.

The boy all the girls wanted, and if there were boys who were straight within a one-mile radius, Chris could make them fall in love with him with just a look. He was beautiful, handsome, and he could speak eloquently.

Guess who he was.

The prince. The rich heir to the throne. Since he was the only child in the family, he got everything.

But…that came with a few disadvantages.

Soft lips brushed over yours, surprising you at first and pulling you out of your thoughts, but then you closed your eyes as you cradled his soft cheek and slowly sunk into the kiss, and he pulled you close, wrapping his muscular arms around your neck.

He sighed as he pulled away, hugging you and resting his head on your chest (you were taller than him).

"Baby…I missed you…" Your words were soft as you gently stroked his pretty golden hair, playing with the strands between your fingers.

Chris smiled sadly. "I missed you too, love…but…I have bad news, and I don't want to hide this any longer."

You quirked an eyebrow. What could possibly be going wrong?

"As you know, Mum and Dad don't know that we're in a relationship…"

"Mhm?"

"T-they're forcing me to get married to a girl from another kingdom. They say it's gonna be good for the family…" Chris broke off, in tears at this point.

You were shocked, and it showed, but you weren't angry. It wasn't his fault anyway. "How long, Chris? How long have you been hiding it?"

His head fell, trying to swipe away the tears away fruitlessly.

”T-two months…I don’t even like the girl! I'm so sorry baby, we have to break up, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore…"

You tore up, muffling your sobs in his hair. You didn't know about this, but you were not mad at all, just sad and shocked.

Your voice cracked and warbled, but you managed to say something and break the heavy silence between you two.

"Tell you what, Chris…I-I will wait for you until I'm 30. If you don't find me by then, I will find someone else and move on. Okay?" You wiped your tears away, and his too.

"O-okay…I am so sorry, (Y/N)…"

"It's okay, Prince Bang, I understand. Goodbye." You smiled a forlorn smile, kissing his head one last time, hiding your tears as you walked away and disappeared into the crowd. He hated that title that you had used on him.

That was your last kiss with him.

You acted like you were okay all the way through the shopping trip, hiding everything in your heart, and then you went home with them. They went their separate ways to do their chores, and you broke down.

Your mom knew that you were dating the prince, so when you explained why your eyes were red and puffy, she put down her sewing kit and held you in her arms like you were a baby until you were exhausted from crying. She knew you loved him a lot.

"Eomma, why is love so painful?" You sniffled, curling up in your mother's lap.

"I don't know, (Y/N)-ie…trust me, if I knew, I would tell you…I mean, I went through a lot of pain when I lost your father…" She trailed off, her hands stopping the soothing stroking of your hair, the memory seeming too painful for her to breach.

It was much of the same for six years. Cry every time you saw the palace, try to forget, wallow in the pain, act like you were fine…

Six years later, your 30th birthday was coming up. In 10 minutes, actually. 11:50 PM, you looked at the time. You sprinted up to your bedroom, where you quickly and shakily penned a note to your family through your tears. You left it in the room, and climbed out of the window, up to the roof.

"See? He forgot you. You should have just moved on…you knew this would happen. What's the point of living now? You were stupid because love blinded you to see what was happening! Such an idiot."

Your head clouded with negative thoughts, and yet…

You forced a smile through your tears, which were wetting your chin at this point.

"I will always wait for you, baby." You whispered softly to the silent night.

Five minutes before the clock struck 12, you were gone.

When the prince, now king, found out that you had died a few hours later, on your birthday, he mourned for you, crying for hours on end, wanting to save you.

The same night, at 6:35 AM, just as the sun started to rise, he joined you in heaven.

"You don’t have to wait for me anymore, love, I'm here now."

[lilithbasically]

“Please”

(DabixReader)

Minors DNI

Caught in 4K Collab: @hornime

Warnings: sex tape; daddy kink mentions, knife play, blood play, spitting, mention of cum play, noncon distribution, degradation

W.C.: 1K

He's been sucking up to you the entire day. Taking you shopping, compliments flying from his mouth, affectionate touches, you name it, he was doing it. You couldn't help but be suspicious. Dabi was always really touchy with you but this was different. He wanted something, he was just too worried about your answer to ask and you knew it.

Getting back to your shared apartment, he finally asks, "Hey, Doll? How would you feel about making a sex tape?"

Heh, knew it, you thought before speaking, "Umm...like for other people to watch or just for us?"

He thought for a moment before responding, "Whichever you want, baby."

"Yeah, okay," you say, "I'm not sure about posting it anywhere but knowing it exists is pretty fucking hot so, I'm down," you reply with a shrug.

Dabi doesn't usually show many emotions, physically. But the shock and excitement were clear on his face. He'd never push you to do anything you didn't immediately agree to and you knew that; it was something of a love language for him. You were different than everyone else and he wanted to show you any way he could which often meant following your lead and giving you plenty of options to choose from.

"Oh, fuck, okay. Um, how's tonight?" He asked, his mind conjuring images of all the ways he could make you crumble and cry for him.

"Sounds good, love. I'll get ready and text you when I'm done, 'kay?"

Dabi kissed you and nodded in response as he left the apartment, heading to the LOV hideout. He didn't know what he had done to deserve you. You accepted all of him from the beginning. He knew he did horrible things which maybe made him a horrible person in his mind, but you never cared. You loved him, trusted him, and you never let him doubt or forget that fact.

You trusted him with your entire self and he did the same, and that was more than anyone else had ever offered you. He would never hurt you, of that you were exponentially sure. So, this was really the least you could do. If this was one of his biggest fantasies, have fucking at it, daddy.

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Night had fallen when Dabi's phone pinged. Taking it out of his pocket, he saw a text from you. A picture of you in dark purple and black lingerie he hadn't yet seen, with the caption "ready for you, daddy" assaulted his eyes. Breath hitching in his throat, dick twitching to life in his pants, he excused himself from the meeting and headed toward you. The only thought running through his head? Making you scream, cry, and beg for his cock.

_________________

"Awww, pretty baby...you can take more than this, can't ya? We're just getting started," Dabi taunted.

It's been two fucking hours. Two hours of you sitting in Dabi's lap, legs spread, being teased, camera sitting in the utmost right corner of the room.

Splayed out over his legs, in front of a full length mirror, Dabi stroking circles over your clit, inserting two fingers into you, you whimper, "daddy, please...."

"Please, what, bitch?"

"Please let me cum for you...s'all for you, daddy...please let me..."

"Awww but look how your cunt clenches around my fingers, baby...see that? Who else could make you do this, hmmm? You wanna watch me fuck your pretty little pussy? Want everyone to see what a whore you are for my cock? Want them to see how easy I can make you fall apart?"

"Oh god, Dabi...fuck...," you moan as he pumps his fingers into you.

"Come on...cum for me...cum on my fingers so I can fuck you, Y/N..." Desperate, even if he won't admit it, Dabi lives to feel you cum; to feel your pleasure dripping all over him.

Dabi lets out a deep sigh as he brings his knife to the neck of your shirt, the blade sliding through the material like it was made of air; dragging the tip through the valley of your breasts.

"Don't fucking move....keep lookin at me, baby," he breathes.

Your breath hitches when you meet his gaze in the mirror, which makes the tip of the blade dig into your skin, creating a little line of blood. His tongue darts out, licking the blood spilling from you.

"I need to taste you...," Dabi says, licking the sliver of blood again before delving his fingers into your folds once more.

"Oh my fuckin god, you taste so goddamn good...," Dabi moaned as he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.

"Ahhh...please, daddy...gonna..gonna cum...," you whined, your body convulsing with the shocks of your impending orgasm.

"You cum without permission, you won't cum for at least a month. You thought you could tease me and get away with it? Ohhh, baby, nooooooo...," he sighs as he moves to sit between your legs and lap at your clit. "Keep your eyes on me, hmm? If you can watch me eat your pussy as long as I think necessary, I'll let you go and cum. Simple as that," his face dawning a mischievous grin before he said, "If you can't, well...I think you already know the answer to that."

"Dabi, PLEASE, you can do whatever you want to me, just please let me cum," you plead.

"Anything?" He asks.

"Fucking anything, daddy. PLEASE just let me cum..." you cry.

He's usually not this fucking weak but you've done something to him. Dabi stands and sinks himself into you, your eyes rolling back, feeling the piercings along his cock drag against your walls. He’s already so far gone with all the teasing he’s put you through, he’s about to lose control.

"Daddy...please..oh fuck...fuck I'm cumming," you moan, feeling his dick flex as he spills his seed deep inside you.

Trying to catch your breath, you feel him move your legs over his shoulders, "Dabi, what the fuck are you doing??"

"We gotta give 'em a show, baby. You said whatever I want and I wanna show everyone how easy I can make you cum. And I wanna eat my cum out of your pussy so I can spit it in your fuckin mouth."

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Dabi had so much money to spend lately...probably a job with the LOV, you thought.

Not even considering he *MAY HAVE* "accidentally" posted y'all's sex tape.

But he'd never do that, he loves you too much.

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

Until the last note plays

Summary: After his funeral, Elijah comes back to you for one last dance; one last goodbye.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Prompt: "We slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek" — Liability, Lorde

Warnings: angst, slight mentions of death

Words: ~800

A/n: This is my entry for @elijahs-wife 1k followers writing challenge. I'm surprised I finally managed to write this because I had a completely different idea in mind but still, I think this turned out pretty nice! I hope you all enjoy!💗

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @hellotvshowtrash @dumble-daddy @nalledimessi @xxwritemeastoryxx @mrs-maximoff-kenner @lady-salvatore @thatweirdoleigh

A sweet, cracky music woke you up, insinuating in a dream you forgot the moment you opened your eyes. All it left behind was the bitter feeling of leaving too soon.

The bright light confused you for a whole minute before you realized you weren't in the dark embrace of your bedroom. You were in the living room, laying on the sofa and bathing in the dawn's sunshine. The thick curtains on your windows were wide open, forgotten there in the weariness of the previous night.

Squinting your tired eyes, you slowly got up to bring darkness back in the house. The golden rays wounded your eyes this early in the morning like burning needles.

The music that woke you up still caressed your ears, a dreamlike melody that you didn't know but spoke to your heart in more ways than one. It took you a couple more steps to realize the music was anything but a dream.

You turned to your gramophone, an old thing you had found many years before in a small thrift store but never managed to make it work, on which a record was slowly playing. The unknown chords swayed in the air like tiny, invisible dancers.

"Do you like it, my love?"

Your heart jumped in your throath when you heard his voice, its steady beat now racing head to head with your disjointed thoughts. It couldn't be him. As much as you wished it would, it simply couldn't...

"I told you that I could fix it."

He placed his arms around your waist, drawing you closer and pressing his body against your back, and you drowned in the smell of his cologne, fresh and poignant as you remembered. Closing your eyes, you leaned against him as his lips gently stroked your skin, a feathery touch on your neck.

You placed your hands on his, gripping tight as you turned your head towards him. When his eyes met yours, you felt the lump in your throat grow even more, almost cutting your breath off.

"Elijah..."

Many words begged to be spoken, full of pain, anger, love. All of them fought in your lungs to be the first to finally leave the cage between your ribs with your next breath. But above them all, only a few won.

"I miss you so much." A tired whisper that rolled easily off your heart.

He didn't answer right away. He kissed your forehead, lingering there enough to silence all your thoughts, bringing a calmness in your mind that only he was able to create. When he finally spoke, his breath was warm like a summer wind.

"I know, my love... but I'm here now."

As you let yourself cradle in his comforting touch, Elijah started swaying with the slow rhythm of the song. His head was gently resting against yours, your bodies fitting perfectly with each other.

Not one edge out of place, not one hole left empty.

"The song is almost finished" he murmured in your ear, his grave voice vibrating in your chest.

And then I'll have to go. That was the rest of the sentence that he didn't dare to utter, but those unspoken words reached you nonetheless.

"I wish it could go on forever..." You held tighter on Elijah's arms as his grip started loosening. "I'm not ready to let you go."

"You don't have to. Not yet." He kissed your cheek so lightly, and despite the feeling that bloomed under your skin, it tasted like goodbye. "You can't recover from a wound in one single night. Time and care are what you need to-"

"Forget?"

"Heal."

"I will never heal from your love."

You turned towards him, finally facing him with tears on the verge of falling. His steady silhouette had been replaced with a mere ghost of what he had been. The sunshine coming from the window shone through him, making his features seem even more ethereal.

Despite your trembling hands, you placed them on both sides of his face, you thumbs softly caressing his cheeks. With every note that flew out of the gramophone, his skin felt less and less real to you.

"You were everything and more, Elijah. My heart will never stop bleeding as long as it beats in my chest."

The small smile that graced his lips was full of sadness and regrets but still managed to light your heart on fire. That was all it always took for you to burn. His smile.

As the last chords echoed in the air, you kissed him. For a second, you were one. For a second, Elijah was back with you, alive. For a second, everything felt in place.

I love you.

Then the music stopped.

You woke up frantically on the sofa, short breaths leaving your dry mouth. Eyes heavy with smudged make-up and tears, you looked around but couldn't see a thing. It was still night outside.

The black clothes that you wore to Elijah's funeral stuck to your body like a second skin.

Closing your eyes, you could still feel him. His touch, his breath on your skin, as what had just happened wasn't just a dream.

But the gramophone was silent on the other side of the room, broken as it always had been.

"I love you too" you whispered to the darkness, the only thing left apart from memories in that empty house.

[ohheyitsokay]

Elle! I'm so happy for you on your follower milestone, congratulations!! For the soulmate AU tropes, how about the red string one with Frankie? I have this recurring thought with those where you can tug on the string and your soulmate will feel it, so you start to communicate through Morse Code via tugs on the string. You don't have to include that of course, I just thought I'd share! I can't wait to see what you come up with 💖 - ScribbledGhost

Ghost, thank you, thank you, thank you 💕 this is a fantastic idea!

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: strong language, fluff for 3 decorative throw pillows

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The tug had to be deliberate, power of will, or else no one would get anything done.

You first felt it in a grocery store, insistent, like someone was trying to get your attention. It had been a test - Frankie had seen you from across the aisle and hoped with all his heart that you were it - his. If you felt him yanking, yearning for you, and looked, it would be the first time the world was working in his favor.

When you did, he didn’t know what to say, just held his pinky out as the five of them stared at you like you had caught kids with their hands in the cookie jar. There was cursing, then chaos from his friends as you walked towards each other in a daze. 

Frankie didn’t kiss you, didn’t want to overwhelm you - something he kicked himself for even weeks later. Because they were due back at the base just four hours after he met you. 

The Morse code was Will’s idea, something he was saving for his own romance, but couldn’t resist sharing. You were the first soulmate any of them had found, and they were all giddy on it, on the joy in Frankie’s eyes. They taught you a few phrases, you had to write them down on a napkin in the cafe, before your soulmate had shooed them away to give you some alone time. He memorized your phone number, and you already knew you were head over heels when his dark eyes had begged you to write him letters, to stay in contact, to wait for him. As if you had any other plans.

You were terrified of accidentally spooking him while he was in the field, but Frankie had laughed and told you to trust him more than that. 

I miss you

I know

Silence from your end, he knew he deserved that.

I miss you, too

Be safe

For you, always

Ben called him a fucking sap, but he was just jealous. In truth, they all liked to catch Catfish's hands twitching - they called you their guardian angel.

He grumbled, feeling a touch possessive, but too adoring to resist. They crowded around him when your letters and care packages came, fighting like kids over the presents you’d sent, and begged him to send you messages, too. It was the best luck they could've ever had, the only real brightness in the darkness that was their reality. 

To him, your letters were his lifeline. He would close his eyes, try to imagine your voice, caress the lines on their paper and wish he could replace them with the lines on your face. His hands would wiggle, already knowing the patterns to tell you he loved you, even if he hadn’t taught you it yet - hadn’t even told you that was the truth.

To you, his letters were sweet, awkward, almost all information at first, like he was trying to present himself for you all at once. Then, they filled with longing and stories and stupid little notes from his friends, and you counted down the days until the next time he could call you. 

It was crazy, to hear your voice. Frankie swallowed his own words, resenting that he could absorb only your words, your laugh, the smile he could hear. There was no way you would let him, aching for him equally, you needed him to talk, too. He was used to saying things short, to the point, so when he did, his words were like little punches to your chest, making your toes curl. Over the static, you tried not to dwell on how much you missed each other, how much you were looking forward to being close, but it happened sometimes. 

“Do you ever... fuck, like, make your blanket into a person-shape and pretend it’s me?” 

“What? No,” you answered without thinking. “Wait, do you?”

“Fuck, no, that’s - no,” there was a moment faint, spanish cursing.

You had never heard him so embarrassed, but you knew the time was too precious for him to hang up. 

“Francisco... Frankie,” he paused, clinging to your voice, even after that. 

“What’s that new pattern you’ve been doing? It’s always too fast for me to write it down to look up.” 

There was a pause, and you wondered it the line had been cut. They were always in mysterious areas they couldn’t tell you about; it happened. 

“I’ll tell you when I see you,” his voice was deeper, you thought. More tender.

That night, you wrapped an extra blanket around some pillows and pretended it was him. 

Your pinky pulled.

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There was one, strong yank. You dropped your phone, socks sliding on the wood of the cabin, heart pounding away in your chest.

Another yank, this time as the man at the door pulled you into his arms.

"You're back early!" You kissed him.

"It was only a two week trip this time," Frankie whispered into your lips.

"It's always too long," you replied, and he agreed, silently. His hands were warm and broad against your back, holding you tight, when you felt them begin to move, and consequently your own on the back of his neck.

"Don’t even think about it." He stilled, and you pulled back, looking at him expectantly. Your husband had only finished part of his question, but you already knew his train of thought. After all these years, how could you not?

"You're the one who came home early, that means you have to wait for dinner to be ready." Frankie knew better than to try Morse again, and he didn’t mind. There were other ways he could communicate with you, with his hands.

He tugged you deeper into the home, and you laughed.

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